I try & I try, nothing pertains
Day after day only mediocrity remains.
Cliches arise, ingenuity is falling
Is this really my true calling?
The Question lingers, so does my doubt
Can I make it another bout?
Lying infront are all empty words
Is a blank piece of paper,
really that much worse?
Left silent, stumped and hazed
Feeling upset, gratuitously enraged
Flushed face, popping veins
Day in & day out, only mediocrity remains.
...
Put a timer on creativity,
Missed fervor & festivity
Subject myself to woe & treason
But the verses still lack rhyme or reason.
The chaos in my mind
Reflected in ink
So I put the pen down irrevocably
& there's the tacit poem of my subjugation.
- by NM.
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